Or how about putting a new crew on the Enterprise NCC-1701-P in the 31st century commanded by the love grandchild of Worf and Riker, learning to live together and coexist with the evil crab people who wear tu-tus and speak Esperanto, looking to conquer the galaxy by singing Slim Whitman tunes until the Martians' heads explode, until Kirk's bare chest comes back to life and kicks them in the kneecaps.
I have yet to hear a better idea.